T Minus 65.5 Hours and Counting….
Patience is wearing very thin and everyone is stumbling around like extras from Dawn of the Living Dead.
I have only stayed this long out of loyalty and friendship and the possibility of carving out a career in entertainment through an understanding of finance (I’m naïve but not a total dummy) but in the last three and a half weeks since that ridiculous email announcing pending layoffs and then to have that date pushed forward another two weeks- it has become increasingly demoralizing.
I just got a snarky email in response to my frustrated (not overt if slightly snotty) reply to a person who has difficulty communicating in English.
Problem number one.
Problem number two is her boss’ unwillingness to accept anything that has not been handed to them on a silver platter.
Problem number three, I have pretty much given up.
But I feel slight twinges of guilt- stupid, stupid me. I hate not caring- that is not my modus operandi.
I haven’t felt this unsettled since I was laid off from a job where every other employee was informed of this before me- including my sister who was working there part-time.
But why do I care?
I have to stop. I can’t shake my sense of obligation to the people I work closely with but I have been disengaging from the company itself- more for self-preservation than anything.
I have stopped doing 12 hour days and coming in on weekends. I am even taking the occasional hour off for lunch.
I am getting better. It’s a process.
And I have a feeling that process will speed up as we get closer to Friday.
AngryEgg 